The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 61 Franktal Town

Upward marker: Franktal.

The town is nestled in a valley of the same name, a valley with picturesque scenery.

It was at least three times larger than Baihe Town, with bakeries, tailor shops, shoe stores, taverns, and brothels.

Arwen stood at the entrance to the bustling market, the sounds of vendors hawking their wares filling the air.

He pulled his hood down to hide his tired face.

Last night I wanted to speed up and get here, but plans can't always keep up with changes. One of the mare's hooves was worn out from the long journey, and she walked with a limp, so we had to spend the night in the woods.

After a long and dusty night, although no bandits dared to target him, he did attract the watchful eyes of the town's guards, with armored guards constantly passing by him.

His gaze moved upwards, and in front of him stood a huge notice board covered with numerous notices.

There are the latest decrees issued by King Cordwin, as well as some strange and unusual missions.

Monsters that steal milk, screams from the neighbor's house in the middle of the night, and little goblins in the forest wearing green hats—these are all obviously lies.

Moreover, the pay is pitifully low, and some people even work for free. It's like they've eaten too much red bean and want to "die".

"Let's find an inn to rest first, fix the horses' hooves while we're at it, and find out the exact location of the Temple of Meriteli."

Alwin muttered to himself, his gaze suddenly falling on a piece of parchment in the corner.

"Hunting... lizards, payment to be discussed in person, location: Rouge Tavern, West Street, Franktal Town."

"If you try to fool or cause trouble again, I'll shove your head up your ass!"

The words preceding the lizard were smeared with mud, yet they were still vaguely legible.

"...A lizard?" Alvin rubbed his chin with his right hand, automatically ignoring the threatening words below. "It's a petrified lizard. In that body tempering alchemy recipe, the heart of a petrified lizard is one of the ingredients. And the location is a tavern. Heh, interesting..."

Reaching out to remove the parchment, Arwen led his horse toward the Rouge Tavern.

Soon, a small tavern built of birch wood came into view, with pink paint on the walls and a rouge box pattern engraved on the signboard.

Just by getting close, you can smell a strong scent of rouge and perfume.

This made Alvin wrinkle his nose, especially when he saw the drunkards and addicts lying on the ground or in a daze at the door, which made him feel disgusted.

Pushing open the door, I found the shop still bustling with business. People dressed in brightly colored clothes were chatting animatedly with flushed faces. Prostitutes were escorting VIPs in and out of luxury suites, while businessmen were lecherously groping the buttocks of the waitresses when they weren't looking.

"Oh, homage to the glorious King Miodrag!"

A man dressed in a green brocade robe raised his cup and drank loudly.

"Homage to His Majesty the Glorious King Miodrag!"

The patrons on the first floor of the tavern stopped what they were doing, raised their glasses in agreement, and then the foul language resumed.

Alwin went straight to the front desk. The hotel owner was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup and dressed flamboyantly, especially her neckline, which seemed to go from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere.

She wiped the wooden wine glasses. "Guests who have come from afar, what would you like to drink?"

Arwin placed the parchment on the table. "I'll find the person who posted this notice."

The hotel owner reiterated, "We have beer, brandy, and whiskey, and for food, we have stewed venison and pork chops."

Alwin understood what the boss meant, took three crowns from his pouch, and pushed them in front of her.

"Give me a room; food and drinks are another matter."

The hotel owner's eyes lit up, and she accepted the crown with a smile, saying warmly, "You're really generous. Are you looking for Glenn? They're in the private room on the second floor, room 207."

"If you can't find it, just listen carefully. You'll find it by following the loudest sound. They've been making noise all night."

"By the way, here is your room key, 208, it's right next to theirs."

Alwin accepted the key.

"Thanks."

As I turned to leave, I could still hear the tavern owner's soft voice behind me, "If you feel lonely, our passionate girls are always here for you."

Alwin did not respond, but walked straight to the wooden staircase and went up to the second floor.

Following the house number, we quickly found the door to 207, where a loud voice rang out from inside.

Alwin pushed open the door and entered, a strong smell of alcohol hitting him.

There were three people in the room, and the furnishings were very simple.

There were two wooden beds and a square wooden table on the left.

Two of them were sitting opposite each other, while one was standing.

The person standing there was tall and stood very straight, with a stern expression.

He was dressed in pure silver armor, and a square shield was placed against the wall to his right. The shield was plain, indicating that he was a free knight.

To the left of the wooden table sat a slender person wearing a green bodysuit.

Behind him, beside the bed, lay a longbow and a quiver.

Opposite him sat a dwarf wearing a bowler hat, with a long brown beard braided and hanging straight down to his knees. Behind his brown leather coat, he carried a long-handled iron axe.

The dwarf looked smug, picked up a wooden cup, took a big gulp of beer, and then tossed a card from his hand.

"Hey Vaughn, you lost! Time to pay! 20 Ducatiers!"

"Bullshit! My total attack power on the field is 29 points, higher than yours!"

"Huh?" the dwarf Grenla raised his voice. "Have you gone mad from drinking? Look closely, my card is 'Torrential Rain,' and your ballista's attack power is only worth 1 point!"

Vaughn's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn it, you cheated! You cheated!"

"Hey, can't you handle losing? Sir Draco, you be the judge. Did I cheat? Besides, I still have two cards left. No matter how I play, I'm going to win."

The knight called Draco nodded. "Lord Glenn is right, Lord Vaughn, you have lost."

"What?!" Vaughn stood up, pulled open his pocket, and exclaimed, "I lost again? Let me tell you, you dwarf, you want gold coins? I've lost all my money. You want some? Not a single one!"

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to renege on your debt? I think your bow is worth a lot of money, so give it to me."

"Are you looking for trouble? You damn inhuman!"

Seeing that the two were getting angry, Sir Draco quickly stopped them.

"Please calm down, we have guests. We don't want to be laughed at by outsiders."

At this point, the two noticed a man who was completely covered by a black cloak and carrying two swords walked in.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up. I'm waiting to teach this arrogant human a lesson."

"I'm getting impatient," said the dwarf, Gren.

Arwin strode forward and tossed the parchment from the notice onto the table.

"I saw the task on the sign, so I came."

The dwarf, Gren, squinted and sized up Arwen from head to toe, stroking his beard. "The person who came this time seems to be someone of substance."

"Want to join our hunting party? Sure, sure."

"But you'll need to pass my test. After all, you can't do this job with a burden on you, don't you think, sir?"

"understand."

"Hey, these days it's really hard to find reasonable people," the dwarf Glenn said excitedly, picking up a square deck of cards from the table. "Come on, let's play a game of Gwent and see how good you are."